faith

[cacian]

I looked around
to find a book
I read a line
I mesmerized
I turned the page
it looked so strange
almost alone
the words
I read
they took a turn
then ran away
it fell apart
the page I
stretched
I stopped and
paced
then searched for
thoughts
It felt a cold
frozen and old
I almost
reached out
for the warmth
but then
I stepped
the pace again
the vow I took
right in my hand
was something
worth rigging again
I closed the book
it went away
the sense of loss
had parted faith
my feelings
changed
subdued to
strength
and
I
found
ways
to
start
again

[miyako73]

I don't know about this. It seemed you turned a short prose into a long poem by breaking and arranging it to look like a free verse. Did I find it poetic? I'm not sure.

[cacian]

Thank you miyako73 for the feedback and reading.
I think prose is merging on poetry.
I am trying to experiment with new forms.